21 Jul 2011
Gnoblars have their tales as well! Here is a fairytale that is a favorite amongst Gnoblettes.
There once was a Gnoblar without a nose, acute ears and a bad temper named Garglastink - known to his very few "friends" as Stinky. Stinky had lost his nose in a skirmish against dwarf infantry. He survived only because he was the quickest and most agile of his gang and had quite a bit of notoriety as being the only Gnoblar to just whip the pants off of a known champion "short-n-fluffy" (a gnoblar term for Dwarf). Stinky was quite sufficient at tinkering and building off the battlefield, but was best at bossing other Gnoblars around. They knew his reputable tales and were quite afraid of him.
The Tyrant of the local tribe had seen Stinky's knack for organizing the other gnoblars and decided to ear-mark Stinky as his own. "Stinky! Stinky!" cried Stinky's friend Hergle, "oi! You neva guess what me heard! Biggest Gut want to see you! Me thinks it good! Quick! Come quick!" Stinky calmly looked over his shoulder and stopped twisting his makeshift wrench on the lever for his new 'Skewer-slinger.' Not really looking impressed, Stinky said "Me go lata when dis is done" and calmly went back to work. "But...!" started Hergle, stopping himself when he saw Stinky immediately stop twisting his wrench again and breathe deep - a sign he would be quick to agitate on this matter. Hergle scurried off to his own business and let the matter rest.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly when finally Stinky got tired of working and decided to go find something to eat. There was a fine bog area close that was always crawling with plenty of turtles, frogs, snakes and other critters - it was like a Gnoblar buffet! On his way to the bog, Stinky soon noticed the shambled town was in an uproar with Gnoblars running in every direction! Some were hiding, others were looking busy, and some just idly picked their noses. Upon further inspection, Stinky soon saw several Guts storming through town - and they were angry. Hergle came running up to Stinky and said "OI! Did you not go to Big Guts?! Dose are da other Guts dat told me to tell you to see Big Gut soon! They look for you now!"
Stinky walked toward the other Guts and stopped within eyesight. The largest one bellowed "Where be da one called Garglastink?!! Boss wants him NOW." Stinky walked over and sternly poked the bellower in the leg and looked straight up at him, "you look for me?" The bellower's eyes narrowed and he let a scowling growl escape his mouth. "You come with us...NOW." Stinky shrugged and started walking in the direction the Guts had came from. The town went about its business as the Guts turned and followed.
Stinky gathered from the conversation behind him that the Tyrant wasn't exactly happy with being made to wait. He thought about what this could be about. Every other Gnoblar would be terrified to even be escorted by two Guts, little on going to see a now-angry Tyrant. But not Stinky! Stinky had been on the battlefield many times and had seen and survived things no other Gnoblar would ever even have night-terrors about. Huge daemons, "meatless" ones, giants, dragons, etc... Stinky had seen the face of death many times, and it just never really bothered him. Hence, this trip was actually quite relaxing comparatively. Stinky was a rare Gnoblar indeed!
A few hours later, Stinky and the other Guts came a top a hill that was overlooking a large mountainous valley. The evening was starting to settle in, and huge bonfires lined the valley where the ogre tribe was feasting. The butchers were butchering, the Slaughtermasters slaughtering, the Bruisers bruising - everything was just as it should be. The Guts took Stinky along the path as he received many menacing looks from other Guts who would stop mid-brawl to look at him. Stinky would nonchalantly nod and keep walking with his hands behind his back. He felt right at home amongst the carnage of the feasting and was not the least bit intimidated by everyone around him - after all, think of what he had already experienced in his days!
The Guts stopped at the base of a large rock formation where the Tyrant had had his throne carved. They pointed in the direction of the Tyrant who was sitting there growling, and tapping his fingers on the granite so hard it was making noise and knocking pieces off. Stinky inhaled impatiently and walked up toward the Tyrant who stood as Stinky walked up toward him. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!!!" the Tyrant roared so loud even the brawl in the pit fighting pit stopped. All eyes were on the Tyrant and Stinky.
"Me been busy..." Stinky didn't like to be yelled at all, it angered him. He was used to barking orders at the others, no one barked orders at him! "WHEN I CALL, YOU COME TO ME SLAVE!!!" The "slave" part of the statement incited a spark in Stinky, and he quickly felt his temper flare. No one spoke to him that way! Stinky jerked his knife from out of his belt and jumped straight up at the Tyrant's throat! In flight, Stinky aimed carefully at the jugular...reared back...and with all his might swung the blade at the Tyrant's exposed throat...!
Stinky was abruptly stopped by the small pig-sized hand of the Tyrant who caught him in mid air. The Tyrant scowled at Stinky as his mighty swing finished swooping through the air with a light whooshing sound. Stinky wiggled and wiggled but the Tyrant's grip was too strong. The Tyrant glared at Stinky and smirked, lifting Stinky high above his head, the Tyrant slammed Stinky firmly enough to daze him. The Tyrant then lifted his mighty boot and brought it down on Stinky so hard the rocks beneath him cracked. The last thing Stinky remembered was hearing and feeling his guts squishing from his body.
The Tyrant scraped what was left of Stinky from the bottom of his boot, and sat down as the feast resumed.
The Moral of the Story:
There's a reason the Tyrant is in charge.
There once was a Gnoblar without a nose, acute ears and a bad temper named Garglastink - known to his very few "friends" as Stinky. Stinky had lost his nose in a skirmish against dwarf infantry. He survived only because he was the quickest and most agile of his gang and had quite a bit of notoriety as being the only Gnoblar to just whip the pants off of a known champion "short-n-fluffy" (a gnoblar term for Dwarf). Stinky was quite sufficient at tinkering and building off the battlefield, but was best at bossing other Gnoblars around. They knew his reputable tales and were quite afraid of him.
The Tyrant of the local tribe had seen Stinky's knack for organizing the other gnoblars and decided to ear-mark Stinky as his own. "Stinky! Stinky!" cried Stinky's friend Hergle, "oi! You neva guess what me heard! Biggest Gut want to see you! Me thinks it good! Quick! Come quick!" Stinky calmly looked over his shoulder and stopped twisting his makeshift wrench on the lever for his new 'Skewer-slinger.' Not really looking impressed, Stinky said "Me go lata when dis is done" and calmly went back to work. "But...!" started Hergle, stopping himself when he saw Stinky immediately stop twisting his wrench again and breathe deep - a sign he would be quick to agitate on this matter. Hergle scurried off to his own business and let the matter rest.
The rest of the day passed rather quickly when finally Stinky got tired of working and decided to go find something to eat. There was a fine bog area close that was always crawling with plenty of turtles, frogs, snakes and other critters - it was like a Gnoblar buffet! On his way to the bog, Stinky soon noticed the shambled town was in an uproar with Gnoblars running in every direction! Some were hiding, others were looking busy, and some just idly picked their noses. Upon further inspection, Stinky soon saw several Guts storming through town - and they were angry. Hergle came running up to Stinky and said "OI! Did you not go to Big Guts?! Dose are da other Guts dat told me to tell you to see Big Gut soon! They look for you now!"
Stinky walked toward the other Guts and stopped within eyesight. The largest one bellowed "Where be da one called Garglastink?!! Boss wants him NOW." Stinky walked over and sternly poked the bellower in the leg and looked straight up at him, "you look for me?" The bellower's eyes narrowed and he let a scowling growl escape his mouth. "You come with us...NOW." Stinky shrugged and started walking in the direction the Guts had came from. The town went about its business as the Guts turned and followed.
Stinky gathered from the conversation behind him that the Tyrant wasn't exactly happy with being made to wait. He thought about what this could be about. Every other Gnoblar would be terrified to even be escorted by two Guts, little on going to see a now-angry Tyrant. But not Stinky! Stinky had been on the battlefield many times and had seen and survived things no other Gnoblar would ever even have night-terrors about. Huge daemons, "meatless" ones, giants, dragons, etc... Stinky had seen the face of death many times, and it just never really bothered him. Hence, this trip was actually quite relaxing comparatively. Stinky was a rare Gnoblar indeed!
A few hours later, Stinky and the other Guts came a top a hill that was overlooking a large mountainous valley. The evening was starting to settle in, and huge bonfires lined the valley where the ogre tribe was feasting. The butchers were butchering, the Slaughtermasters slaughtering, the Bruisers bruising - everything was just as it should be. The Guts took Stinky along the path as he received many menacing looks from other Guts who would stop mid-brawl to look at him. Stinky would nonchalantly nod and keep walking with his hands behind his back. He felt right at home amongst the carnage of the feasting and was not the least bit intimidated by everyone around him - after all, think of what he had already experienced in his days!
The Guts stopped at the base of a large rock formation where the Tyrant had had his throne carved. They pointed in the direction of the Tyrant who was sitting there growling, and tapping his fingers on the granite so hard it was making noise and knocking pieces off. Stinky inhaled impatiently and walked up toward the Tyrant who stood as Stinky walked up toward him. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!!!" the Tyrant roared so loud even the brawl in the pit fighting pit stopped. All eyes were on the Tyrant and Stinky.
"Me been busy..." Stinky didn't like to be yelled at all, it angered him. He was used to barking orders at the others, no one barked orders at him! "WHEN I CALL, YOU COME TO ME SLAVE!!!" The "slave" part of the statement incited a spark in Stinky, and he quickly felt his temper flare. No one spoke to him that way! Stinky jerked his knife from out of his belt and jumped straight up at the Tyrant's throat! In flight, Stinky aimed carefully at the jugular...reared back...and with all his might swung the blade at the Tyrant's exposed throat...!
Stinky was abruptly stopped by the small pig-sized hand of the Tyrant who caught him in mid air. The Tyrant scowled at Stinky as his mighty swing finished swooping through the air with a light whooshing sound. Stinky wiggled and wiggled but the Tyrant's grip was too strong. The Tyrant glared at Stinky and smirked, lifting Stinky high above his head, the Tyrant slammed Stinky firmly enough to daze him. The Tyrant then lifted his mighty boot and brought it down on Stinky so hard the rocks beneath him cracked. The last thing Stinky remembered was hearing and feeling his guts squishing from his body.
The Tyrant scraped what was left of Stinky from the bottom of his boot, and sat down as the feast resumed.
The Moral of the Story:
There's a reason the Tyrant is in charge.
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Total Ogre Record:
40 W (15 massacres) / 15 D/ 12 L
Accomplishments: (2150 RTT) Maul in the Mall 2011 - Tournament Champion
Most Recent Game: 2150 vs. Beasts - my brother decided he wanted to try to beat my RTT list...yea, he didnt fair well at all. (Massacre)
Total Ogre Record:
40 W (15 massacres) / 15 D/ 12 L
Accomplishments: (2150 RTT) Maul in the Mall 2011 - Tournament Champion
Most Recent Game: 2150 vs. Beasts - my brother decided he wanted to try to beat my RTT list...yea, he didnt fair well at all. (Massacre)